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Alfred Noyes
September 16, 1880 – June 28, 1958
Poetry Listing
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A New Madrigal To An Old Melody | As along a dark pine-bough, in slender white mystery | | 32 | 514 | | 2: | An Open Boat | O what is that whimpering there in the darkness? | | 16 | 466 | | 3: | Beethoven In Central Park | The thousand-windowed towers were all alight. | | 14 | 485 | | 4: | Cap'n Storm-Along | They are buffeting out in the bitter grey weather, | | 36 | 533 | | 5: | Compensations | Not with a flash that rends the blue | | 28 | 430 | | 6: | Copernicus | The neighbours gossiped idly at the door. | | 242 | 482 | | 7: | Cotton-Wool | Shun the brush and shun the pen, | | 41 | 378 | | 8: | Dead Man's Morrice | There came a crowder to the Mermaid Inn, | | 48 | 466 | | 9: | Dedication. To The Memory Of Sir Cecil Spring-Rice | Steadfast as any soldier of the line | | 28 | 412 | | 10: | Fashions | Fashion on fashion on fashion, | | 51 | 406 | | 11: | Fishers Of Men | Long, long ago He said, | | 24 | 440 | | 12: | Five Criticisms - I | Old Pantaloon, lean-witted, dour and rich, | | 15 | 446 | | 13: | Five Criticisms - II. | I saw the assembled artists of our day | | 16 | 416 | | 14: | Five Criticisms - III. | With half the force and thought you waste in rage | | 14 | 396 | | 15: | Five Criticisms - IV. | You with the quick sardonic eye | | 63 | 376 | | 16: | Five Criticisms - V | If this were true, England indeed were dead. | | 46 | 351 | | 17: | Galileo | My friend, my dearest friend, my own dear love, | | 815 | 445 | | 18: | Ghosts Of The New World | There are no ghosts, you say, | | 48 | 426 | | 19: | Immortal Sails | Now, in a breath, we'll burst those gates of gold, | | 14 | 506 | | 20: | Kepler | John Kepler, from the chimney corner, watched | | 446 | 403 | | 21: | Kilmeny | Dark, dark lay the drifters against the red West, | | 28 | 430 | | 22: | Lines For A Sun-Dial | With shadowy pen I write, | | 4 | 427 | | 23: | Memories Of The Pacific Coast | I know a land, I, too, | | 20 | 415 | | 24: | Michael Oaktree | Under an arch of glorious leaves I passed | | 216 | 399 | | 25: | Namesakes | But where's the brown drifter that went out alone? | | 24 | 425 | | 26: | Newton | If I saw farther, 'twas because I stood | | 686 | 386 | | 27: | Nippon | Last night, I dreamed of Nippon | | 24 | 438 | | 28: | On A Mountain Top | On this high altar, fringed with ferns | | 24 | 415 | | 29: | On The Western Front | I found a dreadful acre of the dead, | | 28 | 400 | | 30: | Peace | Give me the pulse of the tide again | | 20 | 442 | | 31: | Peace In A Palace | You were weeping in the night," said the Emperor, | | 51 | 369 | | 32: | Princeton | Here Freedom stood, by slaughtered friend and foe, | | 52 | 405 | | 33: | Republic And Motherland | Up the vast harbor with the morning sun | | 40 | 382 | | 34: | Riddles Of Merlin | As I was walking | | 24 | 436 | | 35: | Sir John Herschel Remembers | True type of all, from his own father's hand | | 504 | 396 | | 36: | Slave And Emperor | The Emperor mocked at Nazareth | | 20 | 395 | | 37: | Sunlight And Sea | Give me the sunlight and the sea | | 61 | 459 | | 38: | The Avenue Of The Allies | This is the song of the wind as it came | | 98 | 374 | | 39: | The Bell | The Temple Bell was out of tune, | | 60 | 397 | | 40: | The Big Black Trawler | The very best ship that ever I knew, | | 20 | 387 | | 41: | The Chimney-Sweeps Of Cheltenham | When hawthorn buds are creaming white, | | 64 | 420 | | 42: | The Companions | How few are they that voyage through the night | | 20 | 423 | | 43: | The Humming Birds | Green wing and ruby throat, | | 24 | 401 | | 44: | The Little Roads | The great roads are all grown over | | 24 | 551 | | 45: | The Lost Battle | It is not over yet-the fight | | 32 | 437 | | 46: | The Man Who Discovered The Use Of A Chair | The man who discovered the use of a chair, | | 51 | 418 | | 47: | The Matin-Song Of Friar Tuck | If souls could sing to heaven's high King | | 42 | 410 | | 48: | The New Duckling | I want to be new," said the duckling. | | 32 | 397 | | 49: | The Night Of The Lion | Their Day was at twelve of the night, | | 60 | 366 | | 50: | The Observatory | At noon, upon the mountain's purple height, | | 291 | 424 | | 51: | The Old Fool In The Wood | If I could whisper you all I know, | | 21 | 377 | | 52: | The Old Gentleman With The Amber Snuff-Box | The old gentleman, tapping his amber snuff-box | | 58 | 417 | | 53: | The Old Meeting House | Its quiet graves were made for peace till Gabriel blows his horn. | | 40 | 363 | | 54: | The Open Door | O Mystery of life, | | 24 | 416 | | 55: | The People's Fleet | Out of her darkened fishing-ports they go, | | 14 | 405 | | 56: | The Phantom Fleet | The sunset lingered in the pale green West: | | 140 | 405 | | 57: | The Realms Of Gold | Under the palms of San Diego | | 48 | 416 | | 58: | The Reward Of Song | Why do we make our music? | | 40 | 401 | | 59: | The Road Through Chaos | There is one road, one only, to the Light: | | 30 | 399 | | 60: | The Symphony | Wonder in happy eyes | | 16 | 419 | | 61: | The Union | You that have gathered together the sons of all races, | | 24 | 458 | | 62: | The Vindictive | How should we praise those lads of the old Vindictive | | 60 | 370 | | 63: | The War Widow | Black-veiled, black-gowned, she rides in bus and train, | | 28 | 380 | | 64: | To A Successful Man | And after all the labour and the pains, | | 21 | 423 | | 65: | Touchstone On A Bus | Last night I rode with Touchstone on a bus | | 195 | 360 | | 66: | Tycho Brake | They thought him a magician, Tycho Brahe, | | 1023 | 343 | | 67: | Victory | Before those golden altar-lights we stood, | | 98 | 434 | | 68: | Watchers Of The Sky | At noon, upon the mountain's purple height, | | 4209 | 548 | | 69: | What Grandfather Said | Your thoughts are for the poor and weak? | | 76 | 386 | | 70: | William Herschel Conducts | Was it a dream?--that crowded concert-room | | 185 | 416 | | 71: | Wireless | Now to those who search the deep, | | 30 | 450 |
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Alfred Noyes was an English poet, best known for his ballads The Highwayman (1906) and The Barrel Organ.
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